Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.